Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.